#Character-lore dump

[tribesofthearchcrystal]

Quartz Tribe 💠

The Chief: Grey-Sea, Grey-Sea is an old cat (or at least for a cat who has been a stray for his entire life). But he is very ambitious and is a great fighter for her age so it probably wasn’t surprising that the Arch Fae Crystal chose star to be the Chief of the Quartz tribe. (Cosmicflux he/him/they/her/star/starself)

The Healer: Snow-Heart, she sometimes sees Grey-Sea as a father figure to her, especially after he welcomed her to be the tribe’s healer along with her daughter. Snow-Heart likes to keep things simple and organized, and I see her looking through the books in my library with her apprentice. (Cisgender she/her)

The Diplomat: Jasper-Guard, I’m honestly quite concerned about Grey-Sea’s choice of making Jasper-Guard as Diplomat since has been having trouble with dealing with the responsibilities that come with the position. But I can see why he did because the cat has potential. (Firegender he/him/it/flame/flameself)

The Rangers: Snow-Coal, I was completely blown away by the mutation she went through, somehow the Crystal water made them a complete copy of her mother (except she’s black and white). I’ll have to wait for any kittens to be born to how the water affects them genetically. (Demi-girl she/they)

Eel, he was found dead by the shoreline by Sapphire but the Crystal water managed to revive him. Bone developed gills and even fish-like scales on certain parts of his body. And on further examination it developed teeth similar to a moray eel (which the tribe named him since it seems like it developed amnesia after he was revived). He also has a habit of accidentally wandering across into the Opal tribe territory while swimming. (Fossil gender he/it/bone)

Sapphire, he seems to be having trouble getting along with the other cats but it’s getting better. His mutation hasn’t changed gem much except for his eyes, looking like actual gemstones and seems to have the ability to see through solid objects (I’ll have to experiment with this more). (Gemboy gender he/him/gem/gemself)

Wheat, Wheat was adopted by Grey-Sea after a man came up to me while I was visiting the local market and gave me her, saying there were too many cats on his farm and needed to get rid of the extras. Sweet has a lot of potential when she grows up, especially since she’s being mentored by the Chief. (Cute gender she/her/sweet/sweetself)

[tribesofthearchcrystal]

I know I haven’t done any moons yet but I really want you guys to tell and ask me about what I have so far!~❤️🧚

Clangen Ask Game

I was looking for a way for people to interact and was also inspired by @moths-wc-aus fanclan ask game from 2023 (so sorry I did rip a handful of questions straight from you)!

Anyone is welcome to reblog for their own clangens or add more questions if you’d like!

Send an ask with an emoji and oc/clangen cat!

😸3 random facts!

🌱What are some of their favorite hobbies?

💤Are they a heavy or light sleeper? What are their dreams like?

🐀Favorite prey?

🌲What is their favorite holiday/special event? (If your clan has them)

🐾Do they prefer a wide circle of friends, or a few close ones? Who’s their best friend?

🕸What does their family tree look like?

🌟Do they have any special powers or abilities?

🌷What are some of their quirks and other mannerisms?

🌳What do their life goals look like? Deputy, Leader, Healer/Medcat?

🏡Would they ever consider becoming a kittypet?

🦅What do they think of the nearby clans/groups?

🪲What do they value the most?

🌱What is their favorite location on the territory?

🧹Favorite and least favorite clan task/chore/patrol?

🙀What do they fear the most?

🌌What is their relationship with Starclan like?

🌧Favorite weather?

🍀What is a secret they’re hiding?

For the author specifically kind of

😻Favorite ship in the clan?

🐈Are any of your cats based on real life pets?

🧡Can we get the relationship between X and Y cats?

🌀Out of context spoiler/WIP?

⏰How far ahead to you usually play?

⛰Lore you’ve been wanting to share but haven’t gotten the chance to?

[chloesimaginationthings]

Hold on- hold on-

what did I just make

HELP, she doesn’t know the animatronics as well,,

[drizzledrawings]

Do you have a full master post of like your cowgirls lore, how they met, their backgrounds and situations they got in ect. I absolutely am obsessed with them.

Why thank you so so much

I’ve talked so much about them on here, but it’s scattered, and quite a lot of it has evolved lore wise

So let’s make this that master post:

Basic lore for this universe:

Set in a non specific time of the Wild West (implied to be the tail end of the era)

But with a magical twist. The folklore of things that are not quite human living alongside humanity is real, and they are hunted for their skin. It is a known fact that shapeshifters exist, and they are illegal. Though some peoples “magic blood” don’t always show itself as Shapeshifting, it can also appear as accelerated healing or acute senses. These people are generally referred to as beasts or animals

These transformations are hard on “beasts,” they take up a lot of strength to preform them, and if you’re injured in one form, it can take time before you’re able to switch. If you’re injured enough it can be permanent.

Brunette: Flora Guerra

She was born to an Italian immigrant family with strict parents, as well as the youngest daughter to five other children. When she was 16, her parents arranged a courtship with a much older man. Flora was furious, this rage culminated in her first transformation, unfortunately this happened in front of the man as well as the rest of her family. They immediately turned their backs on her, disgusted with what she was. Terrified, she fled. She hopped on trains and resorted to petty theft to make her way west, to a land she hoped would be freer than the life she left behind!

Her first big brush with the law was when she stole her horse Bandit from a man who was treating him poorly. She fled the scene but only after shooting one officer. (Thus her first ever bounty was for murder)

Her main way of making money was seducing men and robbing them blind while they were distracted by her beauty, unfortunately she picked up the wrong trick one day, a notorious gang leader, who instead of shooting her outright, brought a then 17 year old Flora back to his gang. She became “his girl” and used her looks to help him get what he wanted.

In the gang, however, there was one man (Henry) who was like her! He could turn into a wolf, like how she could turn into a jackalope, they formed a bond, and when the gang fell apart, he was the one to get her out safely.

Ginger: Mattie (Matilda) Hayes

Mattie is the eldest daughter of her odd family. Her father and mother immigrated from Ireland. When mattie was a child, her and her brother (ben) witnessed the brutal murder of her mother while she was in beast form, protecting them. Because of this, Mattie became the sole caretaker of him, very much raising him herself. The entire family were beasts of some sort.

Mattie could turn into a fox from a young age. Ben also started to transform around the same time. (Though he was a cougar)

Their father, was also odd, in more ways than just beastly. He was a sour old man with a mean streak, drink had a mighty hold on him. After an incident that broke the camels back, involving hateful words and a smashed beer bottle, Mattie had enough. In a fit of rage she set fire to her father’s barn, in the aftermath She packed her bags and set to leave. She tried to get Ben to come, but he refused and told her to never come back. So she listened.

At 18, her and her horse June travelled the desert, finding odd jobs, pulling off some robberies, and failing at pickpocketing, this left her with quite a price on her head.

After a couple years of travelling by herself, the way she preferred, she ran into Flora for the first time.

First meeting:

They met as their animals first, Mattie was trying to hunt Flora but got startled by her antlers

Later on, she was trying to rob a man on the side of the road. Only for Flora to swoop in at the last moment and get the trick instead. (By “saving” the man, but picking his wallet a moment later)

That night, Mattie was nursing her hurt ego by drinking her weight at a saloon, but alas she couldn’t even enjoy her whiskey in peace, when the woman who stole her prize sat down at the bar with her.

Pissed off Mattie tried to storm away but bumped into an angry drunk, this turned into a full on bar fight. Which Flora dragged her away from and offered to patch up her wounds

They stuck together after that. But didn’t become lovers till much later

Flora fell first, but Mattie fell harder.

JESUS this is long I’m sorry

Anyways main plot:

Word gets to Mattie that her father is dead, and her younger brother has resorted to a life crime. He is being set to hang once he’s caught. She sets out to find him.

Flora’s old gang has picked up on her location, and they are hunting her down. Scared for Mattie’s safety, she works with her Henry to figure out how to keep them off their trail.

The two of them have also been found out to be beasts by the law, so on top of being wanted because of their crimes, they are also being stalked by beast hunters.

Everything seems to be going okay, Mattie finds Ben, and together her and Flora help him get away from the noose, they look after him and bring them to their camp. They thought they were evading the hunters as well as the gang.

What they didn’t know was that Ben still held a grudge for Mattie leaving. He blames her for their father’s ultimate death.

He agreed to a deal with the hunters, his freedom for their heads. Because of his grudge, he went the extra step by involving Flora's old gang.

The hunters and the gang ambush them, Ben leading the way.

Flora gets injured during the fight in her human form. Ben nearly kills her.

The siblings go head to head in their beastly forms, and against all odds, the fox beats the lion, killing the last remaining member of her family. (In the end, Ben was in too deep. There was no way he was getting out of this alive, so he let her kill him)

Flora, incredibly injured, can not transform, and for reasons unknown to Mattie, she can not switch back.

Years pass, Flora has a limp that doesn’t go away. She is never able to be her animal again. And Mattie, well, she didn’t get too injured that day, though it seems like something broke inside because she lost her human form.

They move north together and live a peaceful life, even though it’s not quite normal. What with Mattie being a fox and all that.

A decade or so after everything, they’ve been out of the life for a long time, is when Mattie finally finds herself again. Though she’s very different to what she used to be, her human form had changed, more fox like and more wild, though still her. She can only take that form for bits at a time, but it’s something. They’re happy

If you read all of this… damn thank you!!

[shazos]

some more of my spooky town au🎃

[mystic-vibeszz]

now why he mad, also I feel like I made Lore a little short so lmao my bad (ᵕ—ᴗ—) don't come for me...

also sorry for the robot emoji lore, pretend that there's an android emoji out there somewhere~

[blackkatdraws2]

This little NPC is lost. The Narrator [Black] has come to guide her back to where she needs to be. [Blank Scripts AU]

I imagine Black would be a lot more tolerant toward his NPCs since they're basically just the Dungeons spawns, and by extension, his own creations.

[If you're familiar with manhwas / manhuas that features the dungeon / system genre, you'd be able to understand this AU a lot easier. The majority of my inspiration for worldbuilding came from those specific genres.]

[NOTE: 'Dungeon' is just another term for the Parable. Technically, Black owns a Dungeon and the Parable is just a small part of it. The Dungeon itself is much, much larger.]

For context, the comic below references this post about the Dungeon's children/guard dogs.

[They're more like the immune system since all they do is make sure the (body) is safe.]

[The reason the Narrator [Black] considers them his children is that the Dungeon is feeding off his energy and in turn shares the 'nutrients' to the monsters it produces, which transforms them into an image that resembles his power.]

And the old man below is Joseph!

Joseph is NOT AN NPC! He is a person who exists outside of the Dungeon!

[There are two separate 'worlds' for this AU. Inside the Dungeon (where most of the game-like stuff is happening) and the world outside (pretty much their normal world.)]

[There is a secret third world, and that's our world. Our reality.]

These characters are not actually important or anything, I just made them to make the AU feel more lively. To make a world that exists, you know?

When the Narrator [Black] first established himself in their world, he found a growing problem with homelessness. Not understanding human norms or why this has become a problem in the first place, he offers (tricks) them into working for him as janitors for the Dungeon and they accept for the money.

Most of them left after they got paid, but Joseph was one of the people who stayed. He doesn't have anywhere else to go and has no ambitions in life. He just wishes to live a peaceful life with food and a roof over his head.

Joseph defaults to referring to the Narrator [Black] with feminine terms due to his appearance despite his voice. The Narrator [Black] is not the type to care for such terms anyway so he doesn't care how other people refer to him as long as there's respect.

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This post focuses more on the worldbuilding and background aspects of the AU! There are a lot more in store for the Blank Scripts AU, and I want to explore more on how the characters might interact with their surroundings and how this would work to make a world that makes sense.

It would be so cool if people made self-inserts or OCs for my AU actually. I'd love to see how you guys would work with my stuff. Play around with it like a barbie world for your little barbie dolls. Be canon compliant, be canon divergent, who cares, have fun.

[silvakochdostoe]

My OC’s character sheet, and down below her lore/backstory/ability awakening: ⬇️

Silva was ten years old when her ability awakened,

Just ten—and she’d been happy that morning. Her scarf was red, her fingers a little numb from the cold, and she’d stolen a piece of chocolate from the kitchen for her little sister Shizu. She was supposed to go straight home.

But she wandered.

The abandoned docks were quiet, gray, littered with broken bottles and rusted chains. She liked the silence. Until it broke.

They surrounded her.

Six—no, seven men. Adults. Ability users. Scarred, twitching, high on something. Their eyes gleamed with something unclean. Predatory. Hungry.

“What’s a pretty little girl like you doing out here?” one crooned, stepping closer. His hands glowed faintly red—heat user. Another crackled with static. One had black eyes and claws.

She froze. The air thickened. Her legs refused to move

She didn’t know there was a world of supernatural powers, but now she does.

“Don’t scream,” another said. “It won’t help.”

She screamed anyway.

It didn’t help.

They were on her. Rough hands. One slammed her face into the concrete. Another tore her coat away. She felt the blade before she saw it—cold metal sliding across her back, slicing skin, over and over. She choked on her own sobs, her fingers clawing uselessly at the ground. Her blood ran hot down her spine.

“Still breathing?” a voice sneered, just before the knife slashed across her left eye.

Agony. Blinding, searing agony.

She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t see. Only pain.

But then—something else.

A low, pulsing sound beneath her skin. Like a heartbeat—but not her own.

The blood stopped falling. It started rising.

It listened.

The pain vanished. Not gone—replaced. By rage. A monstrous, pure kind of fury that took her tiny, broken body and twisted it into something new.

Her eye—burned red. The other glowed green like wildfire.

Then the screaming started.

Not hers. Theirs.

She didn’t move. She didn’t have to.

The blood flowed up—hers, theirs—turning into jagged tendrils, barbed blades, sickle-sharp whips. One man was torn in half before he could blink. Another’s chest caved in as a spear of blood impaled him through the sternum and burst out the other side. They tried to run. Their feet slipped in gore. One tripped and was dragged back by a crimson leash around his throat, flailing, clawing at air, before his body exploded into meat.

Her expression didn’t change.

She watched them die like it was a lullaby.

One man begged. “Please—please, stop! You’re just a kid, please—”

Her blood slashed his jaw off mid-sentence.

When it was over, the docks were painted red.

Three escaped. Broken, bleeding, screaming about a monster with one glowing eye and blood that moved like it had a mind of its own.

Silva stood in the center, her back a lattice of torn flesh, her eye a ruined mess of blood and tears. But she wasn’t crying anymore.

Her body trembled. Her hands were slick with gore. She looked down at her fingers, then at the shredded corpses twitching around her.

She didn’t understand what she’d done.

She just knew one thing:

She had become something terrifying.

And she would never be prey again.

That meant she had to hunt down and locate the rest that got away.

_____——_____

At fifteen, while her classmates obsessed over crushes and celebrity gossip, Silva was tearing through encrypted firewalls designed by military contractors. While they learned algebra, she was reverse-engineering black-budget surveillance software from four governments and rewriting it in six hours—better, sleeker, impossible to trace.

She had no formal training. She didn’t need it. Her brain devoured information. It wasn’t just intelligence—it was something else. Something unnatural.

Patterns glowed for her. Systems spoke. The moment she laid eyes on a network, she saw the architecture behind it, the cracks, the pressure points. Like blood vessels waiting to be pierced. And she did. Effortlessly.

They called it a gift. The psychologists, the government recruiters, even the hackers online who traded secrets with her and never knew they were talking to a teenage girl with one ruined eye and scars down her back. But Silva didn’t feel gifted. She felt haunted.

The attack when she was ten never left her.

She still heard the screams.

Still felt the blade.

And so, she controlled what she could.

She built her own systems from scratch. Modified keyboards to fit the speed of her thought. She wrote code like it was poetry—fluid, instinctive, laced with venom. Her personal rig had no brand. No OS. It was hers and hers alone. And it was alive with her blood.

Yes—blood.

Her ability had evolved. She could now interface directly with machines using thin strands of her own blood, magnetized and refined through years of brutal experimentation. Wires were clumsy. Silva’s veins were cleaner.

At sixteen, she hacked an underground weapons ring trafficking in children. She leaked everything to Interpol—after burning their funds and publicly doxing their leaders. Three suicides followed.

At seventeen, she took down a private mercenary company’s communications grid during a covert operation in Syria. No one ever knew how it failed. Only that it failed catastrophically.

Her files were ghosts. Her online identities were labyrinths. Even the best white-hat teams could only conclude she was either a government AI or a demon in human skin.

But inside, she was still that girl on the dock, bleeding, shaking, trembling with a power she barely understood.

She didn’t go to parties. She didn’t trust people.

She trusted data. Control. Isolation.

And still—her body was not done changing. Her blood whispered. It wanted to grow. Sometimes her skin would split during stress and release threads that slithered along the floor, searching. Curious. Hungry.

But she never let it loose again. Not fully. Not since that day.

Not until she met him, by fate, years later.

The man who would unravel everything, Fyodor Dostoevesky.

___—-___

Silva Koch also graduated at sixteen.

Officially, it was with highest honors, top of her class. Unofficially, she had already outgrown the curriculum by the time she was twelve.

By then, she’d rewritten portions of her school’s outdated network infrastructure just because the lag irritated her. She exposed a hidden surveillance subroutine planted in students’ laptops—by the school board—and dismantled it, anonymously dropping a report to the national press.

When she sat for her exams, the proctor swore he’d never seen a teenager answer higher-level math problems in seconds, without a calculator, while simultaneously reading from a law textbook and re-coding her own testing interface to be more efficient.

She was bored.

She completed four university degrees online before she could legally drink:

•Cybersecurity and Forensic Cryptology

•Applied Mathematics

•Political Science (focus: covert policy and digital warfare)

•Linguistics, because she liked pattern-mapping phonemes

She never showed up for classes. Never turned on her camera.

Her professors feared her.

Some respected her.

Most didn’t even realize she was a teenager until the national spotlight hit.

____—____

“NEMESIS” Appears in NATO Leak—World Governments Scramble to Identify Source

At seventeen, Silva—under the handle Nemesis01—intercepted a shadow op that would have used a social media algorithm to sway an election in a small Baltic country. Funded by two superpowers. Sloppy, arrogant.

She didn’t just expose it.

She hijacked the code.

She weaponized it to undo years of digital disinformation, and wrote a 94-page dossier analyzing the psy-op’s structure, weaknesses, and funding lines.

She sent it to NATO, Interpol, and the UN.

Not with her name. With a blood-red insignia: a single eye.

The world panicked.

Hackers tried to trace her. Blackhats and whitehats both. No one could.

Governments issued quiet invites.

Only a few got responses.

Germany got her first.

The Bundesnachrichtendienst recruited her under strict anonymity—not as an agent, but as a consultant.

She worked behind mirrored glass and biometric vaults, never in person. She built systems that could detect cyberwarfare attempts before the first packet even arrived. She predicted a data breach three months before it happened—down to the day. She corrected it with six lines of code.

She worked with the EU. With Japan. Even a few secret joint operations with the CIA’s cyber division—though she made it very clear she found their encryption practices embarrassing.

She never just took payments in cash.

Her fees were data. Access. Leverage.

Control.

___——___

By eighteen, she was untouchable.

They called her “The Blood Witch of Code.”

The “Ghost Cipher.”

“Red Nemesis.”

No one knew what she looked like.

Only that she was young, brilliant, and not entirely human.

And behind the digital veil, her blood still whispered—itching for something more.

For a purpose no system, no government, no firewall could satisfy.

Not until they found one another.

Not until fate brought them together.

But that wouldn’t be for another three years.

[zorangezest]

big ol dump because i hav so much scattered around. sketches and a bunch of illustration wips and a comic wip. yea it’s just roro and yin because im. Insane

[storyshift-sk]

PART 1/2 - Storytime!

Once Upon A Time… Things were great! Until they weren’t. dun, dun, dun

Every great fictional world starts with a history lesson!

[tribesofthearchcrystal]

Hello there, Welcome to the 4 tribes of the Arch Crystal 💎

you might have not heard of me, so let me introduce myself. I am Dr. Esposito and I’m a scientist solo-studying the beauty of the fae-wild. That’s all I’m going to say about myself for anonymity reasons (I’m already in hot water with multiple governments) but I’m more than willing to share my experiences and stories with all of you~Dr. Esposito March/1/1968

{this is a Clan-gen style ask blog and one I’ve been working for a while now and really want to share with the rest of tumblr. I’m using the free version because my laptop wasn’t compatible with the full version :( but hopefully I can still make an interesting story with it}-🩵🧚

Tags: Diamond-tribe 💎 #Quartz-tribe💠 #Moonstone-tribe🌙 #Opal-tribe🔮 #out-of-character-repiles #Dr. Esposito-replies #Dr. Esposito notes #tribe-moons🌑🌕 #tribe-asks #intermission🎟️🎭 #lore-dump #character-lore dump

Asks I’m willing to answer: pretty much anything, I’ll most likely only respond to story related ones though

Asks I’m not gonna answer: I’m not sure what but nothing NSFW please

{main blog:@autisticfoxstudios Therian ask blog:@askthelostandfoundcrew}

[vixymix101]

So recently I've been dabbling into some old MLP:FIM next gen stuff, and figured I'd post some art here!

I'll post more in the upcoming days, but rn here's Sirius! My twiburst next gen!

Some juicy lore for my next gen universe:

This takes place a bit after season 9, after other creatures start integrating more into pony society thanks to the school of friendship, tensions grow amongst the community--

Tensions only grow worse when the magic starts to die, spells are harder to cast in some areas, Pegasus city's start to lower-- and all blame is put onto the creatures, although mostly at Fluttershy and Discords runaway boy, Mephistopheles (I'll post more about him later lol) who's been causing chaos all over Equestria.

But is he, or any of the creatures to blame?

Friendship is magic, and if there is no friendship, what becomes of that?

｡⁠.ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

And for some lore about Sirius herself:

Born an earth pony, Sirius struggles with self identity and where her life will lead--

Daughter of an alicorn princess and powerful wizard and they can't even cast a single spell? What a joke..

Seeing her plights and woes, her parents try and find ways to help, and end up hearing of a researcher by the name of Moonshine, who claims to have harnessed the ability to cast spells despite not being a unicorn. (Also will post more about him later)

They meet and end up arranging for him to be Sirius's teacher, hoping she'll be able to master his techniques and finally find happiness and fulfillment.

[peteytheparrot]

Imp lore for my version of Hell

[ariariarimu]

side character redesign rounds 3 and 5...

formal introductions taken from the wolf grrrl pitch bible for anyone confused as to who these guys are:

Who are the lonewolves?

The Lonewolves are a werewolf gang of outcasts who partake in the “taboo" (*cough cannibalism cough*) A deliberate choice rather than an uncontrollable hunger. They are the first werewolves Lune meets in Alberta!! She desperately tries to become one of them. They're just like her, people who are finally supposed to understand her…right? (The group as a whole is a mix of the lost boys 1987, theatre des vampires from interview with the vampire s2 and expirences of attending a pwi as a black girl).

JUNG JISOO (aka June:) Proclaims herself as Lunes new best friend. Except she doesn't exactly act like it... She goes by June cause it was easier, as no one tried to pronounce her name properly. Although she's been with them for a while she still feels like an outsider, so she tries really hard to prove that she's just like them, even if it costs parts of her identity and a new friend.

JASON SHRIEKS: June's on and off boyfriend. He hosts a failing horror segment on a local radio station, and ropes Lune into it to try and give it a "feminine final girl esque touch." Lune's more interested in talking about horror movies and he (in his words) simply thinks she's “pretty for a Black girl."

CHRISTINE KNIGHT:  chronic shit starter, she spews gossip at a rapid rate. Looks down on Lune and June for “trying too hard” and thinks they should grow a backbone. The de facto leader, her actions usually have an ulterior motive to try and protect the gang shes tried so hard to build.

[dreamflayer]

Emery Nightlock’s birth

Lore drop time

(Forgot an image mybad yall)